O girl, dear girl, What burdens do you bear? O girl, dear girl, What stories don’t you share? O girl, dear girl, Why do you cry in the dead of the night? O girl, dear girl, Why won’t you share your plight?
Guest post by Sushmita Sengupta Look at her. Isn’t she just endearing? That child-like innocence on her face, as she finally tucks herself to sleep. Nights. I love nights, peaceful, calm. Far from the gaze and judgement of the world, she in the room of her own, I resting in my closet. It almost seems as if we have earned this calm, after battling it out on the streets of Delhi in this scorching weather of July!